“You keep mentioning him, Bel, and I’m going to have to do something about it.”
“What are you going to do?” My voice is inexplicably hoarse.
Please, do something about it, Liam.
“You’ll see soon enough,” he says gruffly, his voice a sensual threat. He releases my hand and goes for my thigh, squeezing it. “I have plans for you.”
My eyes widen when Liam’s thick fingers slip to my inner thigh.
“What kind of plans?” I ask breathlessly.
“I’d rather show you.” Liam’s fingers swim over the juncture of my thighs, pressing over my stocking-covered pussy like a warning. “Now be a good girl and behave until we get home.”
Oh my God. “And if I don’t?”
“Then I’ll have to pull over to the side of the road and give your ass the spanking it deserves.”
Liam shocks the hell out of me with those filthy words. Not that I’m complaining. I just fall completely mum, like the good girl he asked me to be, until we make it to his place.
There’s no sign of the jealous caveman when he parks his SUV in the driveway of a quaint two-storey, red-brick house.
Any other day, I would have admired it a little bit longer. Now I’m faced with the giddiness somersaulting in my system as Liam goes around his car and comes to my door.
He helps me out, his easy-going smile fixed in place.
His intense eyes give him away, though. He feels the strong energy crackling between us like a live-wire.
Liam picks up my overnight bag and ushers us to the porch.
Be calm, Bel.Don’t jump his bones. Yet.
Liam unlocks the front door. “After you, Mabel.”
I enter before him, my spine straightening to attention as his warmth closes in behind my back. I know he’s just locking the door, but I swear it feels like we’re seconds aways from slicing the sexual tension. It started brewing when Liam decided to eye-fuck me in that restaurant.
Talk about foreplay.
“This is nice,” I say to no one in particular. The air is laced with a potpourri-like aroma that’s quintessentially fall. Apple. Cinnamon. Cozy. It only heightens the sensuality of the moment. “You have a lovely place.”
Liam’s lips find residence at my ear. His warm breath splays against the side of my neck as he murmurs, “Take off your coat.”
I don’t even want to think of the state of my panties. If he keeps talking low in that deep, borderline indecent voice of his, they’ll be incinerated in no time. “O-Okay.”
He helps me out of my coat, his knuckles brushing my arms as he plants a kiss against my pulse point before inhaling my scent. My knees almost buckle. “Jesus, you smell so good.”
“Last I checked, the name on my birth certificate is Mabel Lani Garcia, but I guess I can change it to Jesus if you prefer.”
He chuckles and swats my ass. “You got jokes tonight, eh? Get moving. Second door down the hallway is my room.”
My heart thunders in response, but I pretend to mock-pout. “You don’t want to give me a house tour? You know, MTV crib style.”
Liam shrugs off his own coat and deposits it on a hanger inside the closet by the entryway. Then he advances my way like a man on a mission. “I would, but you and I both know you aren’t interested in a tour.”
I fist the collar of his button-down as he nears. “No, I’m not.” Instead of kissing him, I let our lips brush against one another. “But you know what I’m interested in? Dessert, Liam.”
The smirk on his face is confident. Arrogant. Devastating. I love it. “I already told you once. Be a good girl and I’ll give you anything you want, baby.”
“What if I don’t want to be a good girl?”
